new kids here? I shuddered – what if
that’s what happened to their last member? Maybe
she changed schools to escape them. I thought about
my warning from the dirty yellow-haired girl with
elfin features. It was unmistakable as I stared at the
page. The picture was her.
The white full moon shone outside my window
and I closed it, tightly. Wolves plagued Shade and
anyone brave enough to risk staying out past curfew
could disappear. Rumour had it newbies who became
complacent were often taken, as though the wolves
preferred fresh blood. But like all gossip in Shade this
rumour was taken with a grain of salt. I contemplated
if this was part of a twisted plot to set me up. Had
they somehow paid her to scare me? I couldn’t put it
past them, not this bunch. They were the girls that
made high school hell for the rest of us. They wanted
me in. Would I be stupid to refuse? I ran a finger over
the Dolphins page, a black and white photograph of
the group smiling like china dolls.
My mind was obviously running wild. Perhaps
Giny dropped me off on the corner because the yellow-haired girl would be waiting for me? Some bad
memories flashed through my mind. I squeezed my
eyes closed and started to hum. I grabbed my towel
and headed for the shower. I had been fine for quite
some time but all this interaction with these girls
shook me.
I lay my wet hair over my pillow as the moon illuminated my room through the curtains and thought of
the girl in the library with her dishevelled hair and
frightened expression, telling me to stay away, knowing I should heed her warning. If she was the face in
the photo then they had done something bad to her.
She had the same face but it was harder, paler, and
unhappy now. Was I next?
5. Fresh Meat
Giny surprised me in the morning, knocking on the
door early. I was halfway through breakfast. “Sorry
I’m early,” her voice sang.
“Hi,” I said surprised to see her. I noticed she had
a small gap in her front teeth which gave her more
character than she appeared to possess before as she
smiled widely at me.
“Was your mum angry you got home late
yesterday?”
I was amused by the inquiry. “No, she didn’t ask.”
Actually she had, but only to enquire if I had had a
nice time and I thought for more than the first moment how unnatural my mother’s parenting style
was. “It wasn’t that late, she didn’t notice,” I shrugged.
I knew Giny was testing to see the strength of my
parental confines. Thing was, Sophie didn’t have to
ground me. Shade was punishment enough.
“Oh, good,we have practice this morning, you
can watch,” she instructed happily. I tried to ignore
her enthusiasm.
“No thanks,” I chimed, pretending I didn’t notice
as I casually threw the rest of my cereal down. “I’ll
just go to the library.” I waited for the reaction out
of the corner of my eye. “I have to get some books,
for class,” I added, hoping she didn’t ask which one.
I wondered if she knew that I knew about the girl,
the yellow-haired one in the blue jumper with the
gnarled fingernails. I thought that it was funny that
they seemed to prize their nails so much in comparison. “Um, Sam said I could practice-” I corrected
myself -“ Watch practice later - this evening -” Giny
looked happier now-“last night when she called,” I
added.
“Oh, okay, if you’re sure.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but I noticed her face had dropped.
I pressed my lips together and explained.
“- Yeah, you know how it is transferring. I have a
lot of catching up to do.” This excuse was complete
bull - I hoped she’d never changed schools before -
but from what I had gathered yesterday she had been
here in Shade forever - probably as Sam’s third in
command since first grade. She had surely registered
my hesitance.
I had been thinking. “You guys aren’t setting me
up for anything, are you?” I didn’t hide the accusation
in my tone.
“What?”